Date: Sat, 9 Jun 2012 02:44:43 -0400 (EDT)
From: Pwrlftrbear@aol.com
Subject: Standing On the Edge of Forever Chapters 38-39

					38

	When we got back, the house was quiet.
	"Hello?" I called, loaded down with the ubiquitous plastic bags.
"Jim?  Brian?  Hello?"
	"Hey!" Brian said, popping up the stairs, followed by my brother.
	"And what have you two been up to?" I said, noticing the wet fur
plastered to their bodies.
	"Jim thought I needed to eat, and I'm afraid I made a mess," he
said innocently.
	"And what a mess.  Had to wash down the sling and everything?" Jim
finished, slapping Brian's ass.
	"Just one?" Brian said, looking back with sad eyes.
	"Yes, just one," Jim said sternly.  "You were bad so you need to be
not punished."
	"Now go help unload the truck," I ordered, trying not to laugh.
	"Geez!  Did you buy out the store?" he asked, looking out to see
Grandpapa's ass sticking out the tail end of the truck, pulling bags from
the front.
	"Not yet.  Now scoot!"
	Jim and I watched as he jumped off the porch and ran to the truck.
He grabbed Grandpapa's hips, pressing his face into his meaty ass.  We
heard a muffled whoop and we laughed.
	"That's one fine cub you've got there, Paul.  If he was anyone
else's, I'd be jealous."
	"So why not me?" I asked.
	"'Cause he's just what you need."
	"I needed a cub who's changing twice as fast as he's supposed to?"
I asked sarcastically.
	"No, he's the cub who loves you.  I think it'd be nice to change
someone because they love me, rather than because I want to save them."
	"Hey, there," I said, pausing in putting things away.  "I may have
already changed, but I love you."
	"I know, Bro.  I know."
	"You really think I can eat all this?" Brian complained, plopping
his bags onto the table.
	Grandpapa just laughed, adding his own.
	"There are eggs in the back seat," I said.
	"And the cheesecake," Grandpapa added.
	"Cheesecake...," he purred and tore out the door.
	"I've created a monster," I grumbled.
	"Easy, son," Grandpapa said, patting my shoulder.  "He's just
having fun."
	"I know what he's doing," I said.  "He trying to get me to punish
him."
	"Think you're right, Bro," Jim laughed.  "So what are you going to
do?"
	Brian walked through the door, a few bags looped through one arm,
the other hand shoving a slice of cheesecake into his mouth.
	"What?" he mumbled with his mouth full.
	"I think that's you cue, Bro," Jim said, struggling to keep his
face straight.
	I unbuckled my belt, whipping it through the belt loops.  I folded
it in half, snapping it tight with a satisfying crack.  Brian froze, his
eyes agleam.
	"You not being a very good cub," I growled.  "Do you know what
happens to not very good cubs?"
	"What, Papa?" he said, his terrified expression ruined by his
devilish eyes.
	"They don't get spanked."
	He snapped to attention, saluted and ran back to the truck.
	"You're learning, son," Grandpapa chuckled.  "You're learning."

					39

	That evening, Paul and I climbed into bed together.  He pulled me
into his embrace and I snuggled against his furry chest.
	"You know last night was the first time in nearly two months we
weren't together," I murmured.
	"You noticed that, too?" he chuckled, his chest vibrating under my
cheek.  "Miss me?"
	"Yes I did," I replied, squeezing him tightly.
	"Figured you had Grandpapa to keep you warm," he whispered,
stroking my hair.
	"I love Grandpapa, but after he told me I was his, how did he put
it, descendent, it was kind of weird.  Not quite incest, but...."
	"Yeah, but, it does explain some things about you.  So long as I
don't lose you to him," he mock growled.
	"That won't happen.  He's hot and hung, but, well...Grandpapa is
like fair food," I said.
	"Fair food?" he asked pulling back with a funny look.
	"Yeah.  Cotton candy, taffy apples, deep fried anything.  Looks
good.  Smells good.  Tastes good.  But once it's inside you, you think
you're going to die."
	He shook trying to keep his laughter quiet.
	"Where do you come up with this stuff," he said finally, wiping his
eyes.
	"Dunno.  Just comes to me," I said with a grin.
	"I like your family," I said softly, laying back against him.
	"They're your family, too, now," he whispered, kissing the top of
my head.
	"They are, aren't they?" I mused.  "So strange having a family
again"
	"Yeah, it feels strange at first.  I don't know who has it worse,
someone like you who has already lost everyone, or someone who has to watch
from afar as their family slowly fades away."
	"Did you never see your family again?  After Rick changed you?" I
said quietly, touching his face.
	"No.  After I was strong enough to travel, we headed north.  Back
then, we didn't have all these modern devices to keep track of people.
Don't even know if my family made it without me.  Never even knew if my
father and brothers survived the war."
	I wrapped my arms around him, soothing him as well as I could.
	"You know," he said, looking me in the eyes, "Sometimes I forget
I'm supposed to be the papa and you're the cub."
	I pondered a moment, wondering how he would take what I was about
to say.
	"Would it bother you if you knew I don't really think of you as my
papa?"
	"How do you think of me," he said expressionlessly.
	I sighed.
	"I think of you as Paul.  The incredible bear from the bar who I
figured I'd never have a chance with."
	"Why not?" he asked.
	"Well, you're so hot and I'm so not," I said with a shrug.
	"Who says you're not?" he said, putting his hand on my neck.
	"Me.  I know I'm not much of a prize...," I began.
	"Brian, you are a gorgeous man.  You're kind, you're smart, you're
funny.  I swear I felt it when you walked into that bar.  As soon as I laid
eyes on you, I wanted you.  Then I started talking to you and discovered
you were so much more than just a pretty face.  I wanted to know you
better.  Even if we didn't become lovers, I hoped we would be friends."
	"We do have some things in common," I said softly, stroking his
beard.  "Maybe that's what drew us together.  My pain speaking to yours."
	"Do you have any idea how scared I was when I left for Seattle?  I
wanted to have you be part of my life, but I knew you had to know the truth
about me.  I was so afraid it would scare you away and I'd lose you."
	"Now you're stuck with me for a long time," I said with a slight
smile.
	"No.  Now I have you.  For as long as you'll have me."
	"So forever?" I smiled and his eyes burned into mine.
	"That would be nice," he whispered.
	He pulled me closed and we just held each other.
	"So does it bother you?" I asked hesitantly.  "My not thinking of
you as papa."
	"Not really.  I worry about you, but you worry about me, too.
Sometimes you act more like a papa than I do.  Think you will make a good
papa someday."
	"I have a question for you?" I said, the thought suddenly occurring
to me.  "If we found someone, someone who wouldn't survive without...if we
both...gave him blood at the same time, who would be the papa?  Or would we
both be?"
	"I'm...not really sure," he said after a thoughtful pause.
	"Even if just one of us was the papa, couldn't we raise him
together, like you and Rick did?"
	"But that was different...," he began.
	"Was it?  Jim and I had a nice talk after you left.  He kind of
thinks of you as his papa, in a way.  Would that be such a bad thing to
have two Papas?"
	"I don't know," he said softly.
	"Just something to think about," I said, reaching to turn off the
lights.  I rolled over and pressed my back against him, liking the way our
bodies fit together.
	"I love you, Brian," he said softly, wrapping his arms around me.
	"I love you, too, Paul."



	That night, he snuggled up next to me, but it was a long time
before I could get to sleep.
	I was thinking about what he'd said.  There were times when he
certainly acted the cub.  But the sense of hilarity in his eyes showed it
was just that.  An act.  As if he was acting in the way that was expected
of him.  From what he'd told me, he did that a lot.
	Actually, made me feel good knowing he loved me for myself.  Then
too, the idea of being a papa was sometimes intimidating.  I pondered what
he had said, about sharing a cub.  He did have a point that just because
things were usually one way, it didn't mean it always had to be that way.
After all, it wouldn't be that different from what I had with Rick.
	He also had a point about the pain we shared.  Was that what drew
us together?  Did it matter?  We were together now.
	He was aware of what he might be facing in the next week and he
faced it head on.  Even Grandpapa wasn't sure what he would face, but Brian
didn't seem worried about it.  I don't know if his lack of fear was
bravado, or ignorance.  Perhaps he just accepted that it was too late to
back out.  Or as he had told Joe, if this is what loving me cost him, he
felt it was worth it.



	"So what do you think of your new nephew?" I asked Jim that night
as we crawled into bed together.  I smiled as I heard the muffled sounds of
Paul 'disciplining' his cub.
	"He's something else," he murmured, pulling me towards him.
"Between him and Cliff, he's got me thinking that the next time I take a
cub, I might try to find a more...mature man."
	"Oh?" I said archly, rubbing my palm across his nipple.
	"Well," he chuckled, "I've seen Mikey...grow up more since he met
Cliff than he did all the years we were together.  I know he was older than
Paul was when I found him...you know what I mean.  Thought he'd never 'grow
up'.  Don't know if it's the fact of being a papa...," he trailed off
uncertainly.  "But I think it's got a lot to do with Cliff being...more
mature to begin with."
	"After this afternoon, you think Brian's mature?" I said, hiding a
smile.  When we had got back that afternoon, he had been in a wildly
playful mood, trying to taunt Paul into punishing him.
	"Yes," he said emphatically.  "It was just an act.  We had a nice
talk this morning.  He really is a solid, responsible man.  Just what Paul
needs."
	"And Paul's just what Brian needs, too," I chuckled, rolling onto
my side, pulling him against my back.
	"Sometimes hard to remember Brian's the cub.  But, other times...."
	"Think part of that is because we're here," I speculated, pressing
my hairy crack against his hard dick.  "I agree that it's an act," I
paused, listening to the sounds coming from down the hall.  "Or at least
mostly."
	Jim laughed softly, his lips tickling my neck.  He snaked his arm
around my chest, teasing the thick nubs perched upon my furry pecs.  I
lifted my leg and his thick bear cock slipped between my thighs, the slick
head poking against my balls.  I squeezed my thighs together, feeling his
lube coating my sack.  He pulled back, leaving a trail of slime from my
nuts to my asshole.  As his hooded head pressed against my pucker, I
relaxed my sphincter and he slid inside me with a sigh.
	He bottomed out and just held it there.  He ran his hand down my
furry belly to tug at my snowy bush.  He fingertip poked into the musky
folds of skin sheathing my knob, smearing the clear goo around the swollen
glans.  He began slowly pulling out.
	"This is another thing about a mature partner," he whispered in my
ear.  "Wild rutting has its place, but sometimes it's nice to just savor
the moment."
	"Make it a long moment and you've got a deal."